Me (whispered into his ear): Baby? You awake?
Him: …
Me: Honey? (Kiss, kiss…kisskisskiss on his stubbly cheek) Are you sleeping? I need to ask you a quick question. Very important.
Him: Mmmmm…I was sorta sleepin’…what’s up?
Me (Kiss, kiss): Did you remember to bring home that black sweater for me from work?
Him: Yup.
Me: REALLY?!
Him: Already washed. Laying flat to dry.
Me (kiss, kiss, kiss!): Wow, you’re the greatest!
Sam: Yeah, well, the greatest is trying to sleep.
Me: Hey, I’m having a moment here. I’m feeling nice. You oughta take the niceness where you can get it. It is fleeting, after all.
Sam: …
Me: Anyway, thanks for taking such great care of me. There. (Kiss, kiss.) I’m done. Go back to sleep.
Sam: Sure, baby. And thanks for taking such moderately good care of me.
5 responses so far ↓
1 Scott // Jul 11, 2008 at 8:51 am
Sam is my new hero.
2 Kris // Jul 11, 2008 at 12:16 pm
I love your conversations!
3 Cheri @ Blog This Mom! // Jul 11, 2008 at 10:00 pm
He remember things? He washes sweaters by hand? He knows to dry them flat?
Does he have an older brother?
4 Martha // Jul 13, 2008 at 6:08 am
Now you understand why you are on my Gay Island, right?
5 Amy // Jul 20, 2008 at 5:00 pm
Boy does that conversation sound like alot of familiar ones at my house. Although i am still working on training the “flat to dry” part.
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